Lucky

It’s hard to believe that next week I will have worked at the hotel for two months.  The time has flown by…  I’m so very thankful to have found a job in this economy, especially when so many people I know through church and school and friends are still unemployed.  For the most part, I’m happy with my job.  I get along well with everyone (save one), and while I am struggling to make ends meet, I don’t mind going to work day in and day out.  My dad seems really disappointed that I’m stuck in a “menial” job.  At first he seemed excited that I had finally been hired, even encouraging me to stay with the company and work my way up the chain as time passes by.  Now, however, he is constantly talking to other people – in my presence, no less – about how making less than $10.00 an hour and working third shift are not things a recent college grad should have to do.  Au contraire, Father.  I’m thanking my lucky stars that I’ve got something at all!  It’s a different world now, and the Bachelor’s degree is the new high school diploma.  Almost everyone’s got one, so it doesn’t separate me from the crowd.  Apparently Dad started talking to a woman from church tonight about my lackluster job, and she felt sympathy for the position and offered to pass my resume on to “the right people” in her company.  Dad was really enthusiastic talking to me about the position she discussed with him – it involves writing for the communications department of her business and would bring in about $35k a year…a whopping difference of over $20k, as it were.  That was enough to make me sit up and pay attention, but I couldn’t help feeling a little hurt that my dad doesn’t seem to think my job is good enough for me.  I ain’t too proud to beg, and beggars can’t be choosers.  Regardless, though, I may just send the woman my resume for the heck of it.  I don’t expect her offer to come to any sort of fruition, but it can’t hurt to try.  The hardest thing about my current job – aside from the Dracula-esque hours – is the pay.  I’m not even getting the 40 hours a week I was hired to work, so my paychecks aren’t enough to cover the bills I owe.  Mom and Dad can’t continue to bail me out of my debt, and I’ve never felt comfortable going to them for help.  Maybe something does need to change, but I’m not going to make a big deal out of it if nothing comes of this.

In other news, I’ve gone and fallen in love.  Hard.  I’m so completely head over heels for this guy, and though our relationship is temporarily long-distance, my heart has never been so convinced of itself before now.  We’ve known each other since I was 14 – making our acquaintance period over 11 years – but we took our friendship a step farther several months ago and began talking exclusively to one another.  We met up for a long romantic weekend in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, and our feelings for each other were solidifed.  I’ve been on Cloud Nine since then, and I don’t foresee myself coming down anytime soon!  His smile melts me, his laughter warms me, and his embrace vivifies me.  I can’t remember ever being so happy, and I hope it never ends.